Homesick for the Dead

Homesick for the Dead

Stumbling through the dust of cremation bones I dream of rivers rolling wide and green and deep – time is an abstraction – you walk…

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Off the Bookshelf

Off the Bookshelf

The Essence of T’AI CHICH’UAN The Literary Tradition(Translated and ed. by BenjaminPang Jeng Lo et alia) My copy is falling apart;frontispiece with Chinese writing,Preface, Introduction…

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Bill of Lading

Bill of Lading

BILL OF LADING Contents received by Charon, Inc. for shipping via sea freight, for deliveryTo the nearest available port of the far shore, consigned to…

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If I made her once can I not make her again?

If I made her once can I not make her again?

In the garden among flowersthe thick black ants make ecstatic highwaysover and into the sweet honeypot of cow-tongue peonies,the black-eyeds dip drunkenly into the foxgloves,all…

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Letters

Letters

When I write to you, Hello,it’s marked with swollen      anticipation,and I wonderabout your interpretation:did I sound too curt?too friendly? too tender?too insecure?And when I write to…

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The Bunny Man

The Bunny Man

The electric piano comes in. It’s a Hohner Pianet.The keys go:Duh-Duh, Abm, Db/Ab,Duh-Duh, Abm7(b5), Db/Ab,Lloyd Loar’s Vivi-Tone Clavier.[1]Sharp staccato hits. Brighter, with less sustain.Did you…

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Young

Young

I don’t rememberif we kept any plants. If we fussed over themlike new parents worried that the waterwasn’t enough or the sun. I remember a…

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Miss Alice

Miss Alice

I remember the missionaries’ daughter Alice at Tullahasee,eating sofke, writing a Creek dictionary in her room,the stick she used to correct the wrong Mvskoke girl,teacher’s…

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Last night I dreamed my mother was Carl Reiner and I was sad she died

Last night I dreamed my mother was Carl Reiner and I was sad she died

They had nothing in commonbesides being smart New Yorky jews,Carl was a creator and my motheran other… while laughing listeninghis 2000-year-old man spinningin shiny blackness…

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Monarch

Monarch

                           an ironic name to give a butterfly                           one gets the distinct impression                           deposed, have been                           in the bloodiest of purges                           in whispers we cheer them on                           from the shadowy sidelines                           eagerly…

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Dreaming in Blue

Dreaming in Blue

Note: This poem is best viewed on a Desktop Computer with widescreen. The week before he was bornI dreamt only in blue, like paint names the…

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What I was like when I came in

What I was like when I came in

I liked the feeling of being knifed to piecesand sent bleeding down a hilllike earth torn in torrential rainsracing through an innocent village                                  I might…

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Ragamala

Ragamala

I never wanted a homenor a Lotus Sutra    I am not a lotus eater    a homeis a place to hanghistory floatingin etymologicalsoundfacts    a privilegethat is created…

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Take Us Ornately Hanging Girls

Take Us Ornately Hanging Girls

Take us ornately hanging girls  composed of candles and scintillating light, as sacred as bael fruit. It is our wild-born nature to cling to the…

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Blue

Blue

Blue light on dark rivers, blue notes floating in veils of wind          down chasms of blue canyonswhose denouement issuesinto fields of tiny bluets limning the dawn. I…

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Penelope Diaz Ramirez, 31, Bayamon, Puerto Rico, April 13

Penelope Diaz Ramirez

The third in eight days. Penelope, how can a life be reduced to facts,and those so few? And used to compare youwith those who died…

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Trapped

Trapped

I saw a woman peeling an orange at a traffic light and thought of you. She had the orange on top of the steering wheel,a small,…

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English Castles, Irish Churches

English Castles, Irish Churches

Note: This poem is best viewed on a Desktop Computer with widescreen. December:the table’s sinkingin drinkable amnesia and your eyes are nobodiesfrenzied with potential. It is 2009….

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Ode to Tojo

Ode to Tojo

I knew a man.He played guitar for change.I’d buy him this and that.So he wouldn’t betoo cold and hungry. I knew a man.Who informed me…

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Algorithm helps New York decide who goes free before trial

Algorithm helps New York decide who goes free before trial

The Wall Street Journal // Sept. 20, 2020 The courthouse that calls to me              is only five blocks from homebut I drive anyway and you are…

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